Post by Kenren on Oct 9, 2017 20:09:08 GMT -5
serran er rai
It wasn't supposed to be like this. This moment, this year, his entire life. It was supposed to be something different, something more. His mother had always told him, in her soft and exhausted voice, of how she was the oldest. She was the one that should rightfully have led the Shore Woods pack, but her father had chosen her brother, Irial, to succeed him instead. And look, she'd said, what that had gotten them. Shore Woods was a shadow of its former glory because of her brother's folly. She'd died bitter, and perhaps her bitterness had passed on to him.
It wasn't that he even wanted a pack. Maybe he'd simply wanted a childhood free from his mother's overwhelming sense of injustice. He didn't know, but he knew that his uncle's name brought a fury forth in him. And that he'd wanted to tell his cousin to go screw himself when he'd dropped what his mother had always wanted on Serran's shoulders, a year after her death. Joker hadn't wanted to be alpha anymore, and had apparently always kept track of where Serran's small branch of the family lurked around Crowberry Lake. He'd wanted to blow him off, but he knew he wouldn't be able to do it. Even though actually leading a pack sounded like something he was altogether unprepared for, there was a part of him that had made Shore Woods into a magical land from his childhood in his mind. He wanted to see the place he'd never stepped foot on. To own it, to do what his mother hadn't been able to. For her.
It was raining. But even then, there was indeed something inherently magical about the land, about the way the leaves made scattered sounds as the precipitation continued to gently drench everything below. It was quiet here. Empty. And more perfect for it, in Serran's mind. He obviously wouldn't turn anyone back - he knew that wasn't the Shore Woods way - but he'd also be perfectly content if this place stayed his alone.
Mid-thought, the world went white. Serran's heart rate rocketed, and he pushed his face to the dirt, trying to block out the blinding, searing brightness. Then, as quickly as it had come, it was gone. Her voice echoed through his head, condescending and perhaps a bit taunting. He thought it couldn't be real, but his heart knew it was. She was power, and she could give everything she promised. But what to ask for? His mind was blank. The only thing that flashed in his mind was his mother's face of defeat, and his own helplessness to do anything for her.
"I... Can you make me stronger? I don't know how, I don't know what you can do, but..." He stopped, a little hopeless, a little lost. This was, quite frankly, uncharted territory.
● Derp derp post for myself.
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